The Wilmingtonian., 1887-01-01
A Doctors CourIship.

Juntus Dale, and shook his head as il to say
'"ris true, tits pity tits pity tits true"
"My dear fellow" said Bartley, the aged
mentor of the pair, ''you can no more affo d
such vile than yon can afford steam
yacht or an iyory-mounted billiard table,"
..Thpre's no occasion to tell me that, "
mcurnfully replied DIR. Dale. I'm quite
aware If It already. II was rich I'd marry
Miss Clark to-morrow-always providing
tina. sh, thought me worthy Of acceptance
bnt am only Struggling yonng doctor II
do my hest to keep away from her fascna-
tiopS IN the future"
"a sensible decision" observed Barley
''But she is 80 prettyl' yearningiy re-
ma, ked DR.. Dale.
C ante1.'
And sNe sings like nightingale"
s,She ought to. with the cultivation that
she has received"
"Aud she has such winning way with
her"
s.What difference does that make to ynnp"
said Barley. Haven't you resolved that
hereafter she is 10 be nothing to you9'
''Y yes hut
'Stck to your co,ors then, man = cried
BARLEY. 'CIisSv Clarke is nothing on ea,th
but a society belle. What yon want ia a
bpltful, willing. working bee If 'wife-nne
that ran aid yon with heart ard hand to
CLINT life's hill. You saw Miss Clarke at
the Winfield masquerade last night in white
ssti" and pearls ?"
"And very beautiful she looked - cried
the young physician. firing suddenly up at
recollection of Miss Clark's auburn hair, all
twisted with ropes Of pd-pearl, and viol~t
blue eyes, sparkling with prlish animation.
Did she look like poor mans wifeP'
Mo- hesitatingly.
efhen be warned, said Bartley, shortly.
Rem amber the old story Of the moth scorch-
ihg its wings in the candle tlame.'
DR.. Dale was silent. He had promised
himself call on Clarssa Clarke that very
afternoon.
There was something about the girl that
attracted him with almost magnetic force.
The tender light of her eyes the sweet in
tonatinn OF her voice, the rosy flushes of col.
or that over.spread her cheek when e talk
eu U'h UPT, Ntlt dii am
yet he knew that he like the hero Of French
romance, was "a Poor Young man.
'He recolected, now, that he had even
said something TO C!isSy about going to the
Clarke cottage that day.
at won't do !" he said to himself. i had
better keen away
And so, instead of following the dearest
l.. 4
with Spartan resolve, to the public library.
T'll read up that case on the investigation
OF cholera micrt bes,' he thought If a man
expects to make any marx in his profession
he must keep posted up in these modern dis.
coverIes of science
So he disappeared in one Of the alcoves Of
the library, with his medical Inarto and his
memorandum book. and set to work in good
earnest.
But he had not fairly entered into the mi
crob, question when the twtter ofsweet girl
voices from the adjoining alcove struck upon
his ear.
"Ol, Clissy Clarke ~ said one. I called
for her, and she wouldn't come. 1t was
baking d ~. and there was Clissy, up to her
elbows in -four and spices.
well, never = said the other, with
giRgle.
'Oh, she does all the housework ! said the
first speaker. scornfully, like any hired SER
want Even the fine washinR-they oull
keep one little bound giIl-and Mr.. Clarke
don't wear shirt unless ClisSy has i.oned
it,
How does she find time for her music and
oil-psintpg p asked a second.
oh, she rises at dawn. She says the best
time of the kirg day is before breakfast
She finishes the housework, sews for tile
family
s'Makes all her own dresses, don't she p
sYes, and her mothers tuo. That satin
dress that she wore at the party last night
was her grandmothel's bridal gown mad
over, and the pearls were borrowed from
Ms, Layton. 1t don't cost her anything Ia
dress She'll take the hoirideSt old affair,
remodel it with scrap of IibbOn Oi paneI
OF velvet until you'd think it was made by
French dressmaker. l deelare l wish | had
her knack. Para is always grumbling abOui
my bills, But that amt all. Do you know
she gives Bessie Layton music lessons and
earns quite nice little income for herself?
Aud she writes book reviews and things foI
the newspapers, and keeps Mr. Clarke il
books that way
Dear me y said the other, with yawn,
'Whn at the patty last night would thiuk ot
itr
'Humph = remarked the other 'She'l
live and die an old mad, set il she don't.
Such grls always do. Come, here are on,
novels at last. Let's go.'
Tue prriumed silken tiounces IuAtled Ou1
OF tile library; the sound Ofchattering voice
died away. aud still Dr.. Dale sat with his
peucrl in his hand, stalng down at his men :
orandum buuk. IL seemed that the gloomy
veil Which had drnpp"d between him an,
his future life was lifted. In his heart he
could have blessed the angel tongues 0
these die, gossiping girls.
Cissy, then, was mere butterfly, but
true, uub hearted wo,k king gml!
He carried back the pnnderous medics
tome 10 the Assistant Librarian.
Much obliged he remarked, succinotly
Got through with it pretty quick, haven
you?' sdld the Assistant Librarian.
YES. have had very good luck th